Although Zhuo Wen showed his fifth-rank spiritual power during the first five battles, Huangfu Wuji was not worthy of Zhuowen's full strength at that time, so everyone always thought that Zhuo Wen was just a fifth-rank arcanist.

But now, after Zhuowen used the third sword move of the Great Promise Sword Formation to move Tianbeng, and after the spiritual storm that went straight to the sky and swept continuously, everyone realized that Zhuowen's spiritual power was not only a five-level success, but It is the Great Perfection of the Five Ranks.

And judging from the terrifying power displayed by the Tianbeng style, Zhuowen's spiritual power is even more terrifying than that of ordinary fifth-rank Dzogchen arcanists.

"The spiritual power of the fifth grade Dzogchen, this kid..."

Lan Haohai, Cao Zhi and Feng Tian also just reacted, and then they saw the strongest Fu Lao, they were suppressed by the sky collapse, and now their life and death are unknown.

"This son must die! Even if Fu Lao is not around, relying on the ancient three, they can still completely wipe out this son."

Gran Haohai's eyes were gloomy. After seeing Zhuo Wen's display of many means, Gran Haohai's killing intent towards Zhuo Wen became more and more surging.

Zhuo Wen must die, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and even Lan Haohai can see the shadow of Zhuo Xiaotian in Zhuo Wen.

Although Zhuo Wen's sea of ??knowledge was investigated at the beginning, Zhuo Wen's body was not found to have a dragon soul, but this terrifying spiritual talent alone is actually not weaker than Zhuo Xiaotian back then.

This kind of genius has already forged a death feud, so he must not be allowed to continue to live, otherwise, when he fully grows up, the three of them will suffer an indelible disaster.

"Ancient! What are you three still doing? Kill Zhuowen, that bastard, otherwise, you will all be buried with me!"

Looking at the ancient three people who were stunned in mid-air, Gran Haohai couldn't help shouting angrily. Now he is in a bad mood.

Originally thought that the dispatch of more than 30 nine-round emperor-level fighters and six Xuanzun-level elders would be able to completely wipe out Zhuo Wen with certainty.

But the reality in front of him slapped Lan Haohai in the face severely, and Zhuo Wen not only violently killed more than thirty nine-round emperor realm warriors.

He even turned into a three-headed and six-armed dharma body, and his combat power soared to a level comparable to that of a strong man in the Xuanzun realm, repelling the ancient move.

Not only that, but Zhuo Wen also showed the terrifying spiritual power of the fifth grade of Dzogchen, and used the terrifying and mysterious skills of Tianbeng Style to suppress Fu Lao, who was the strongest this time, in one fell swoop.

This Zhuo Wen really exceeded Gran Haohai's expectations time and time again, and now Gran Haohai suddenly realized that he had greatly underestimated the young man named Zhuowen in front of him.

"I was careless. After all, this is the son of the evil Zhuo Xiaotian back then. A tiger father has no dogs!"

Gran Haohai looked at the three-headed and six-armed figure with a look of annoyance in his eyes. After finding out that Zhuo Wen only had a scrap armor soul, he didn't take Zhuo Wen seriously.

Now he realizes that his carelessness at the beginning has caused such a big disaster now.

"Zhuowen! Go to hell, even if you are extremely powerful, so what about your talent? Even if Fu Lao is not around? You will definitely die today."

Three beams of light came in an instant, the ancient sleeve robe at the top shook, and endless blood-colored vines spread out from its blood-colored armor, like a sea of ??countless vines, completely enveloping Zhuo Wen.

"Crack me!"

Zhuo Wen stood tall, with three heads and six eyes, observing the surrounding environment all the time. The moment the ancient blood-colored vines came, Zhuo Wen moved.

Boom boom boom!

The six long spears turned into six cold lights, and those bloody vines that wanted to get close to Zhuowen instantly shattered into countless blood foam.

It's a pity that these countless blood-colored vines are too terrifying, as if they are endless, even if they are wiped out by Zhuo Wen, they can still be regenerated continuously.

Under the annihilated and regenerated blood-colored vines, Zhuowen was almost exhausted, so he could only keep waving the six spears in his hand to resist the attacks of the surrounding blood-colored vines.

"You two, attacking from left to right, you must not let this boy escape, you must kill him in one fell swoop!"

Looking at Zhuo Wen who was exhausted from running around, the corner of Gu Gu's mouth showed a sinister smile, and he gave instructions to the two old men beside him, and with a wave of his right hand, a more terrifying number of blood-colored vines came out of his blood armor.

The two old men holding a knife and a sword in armored souls nodded, stepped on the soles of their feet, turned into two streamers, and attacked from Zhuo Wen's left and right directions.

After all, the knives and swords in the hands of the two old men were transformed by their own armor souls. Their tenacity and power were far stronger than ordinary earth-level spirit treasures, and they were almost heaven-level spirit treasures.

Whizzing!

"not good!"

Feeling the piercing sound coming from the left and right sides, Zhuo Wen's ears fluttered, and he naturally noticed the two old men attacking from both sides with extremely gloomy eyes.

Now he is almost exhausted in order to deal with the bloody vines around him, and his mental power is also controlling the Great Promise Sword Formation to suppress Fu Lao in the sword light. Now he really has no time to deal with these two old men.

"Die!"

The two old men gave a low shout at the same time, stabbing at Zhuo Wen's chest with a knife and a sword from Zhuo Wen's left and right sides respectively.

"Think of me dead! It's not that easy."

Zhuo Wen let out a sharp roar, and the six arms exerted strength at the same time, blocking the countless blood-colored vines in front of him. Among them, the left and right arms swung their spears and lay across the sides. JrNovels.com